It's official. I am self-employed. Or pathetic. When the maildude knows who you are - you have reached a new height. Not sure what that height is exactly, but I'm there with other official people in the Village. There are 3 of us.
I have been using our local post office - which is right across the street from my house - regularly to mail products and such. The maildude finally asked what WMO was - the return address on most of the packages. A quick explanation later, we were joking that I hope he sees me every day! I think I may have even told him the story about my first company mailing at the post office near the airport. We had our company credit card and I had to break it in. I am great at breaking in credit cards, but I digress. The credit card read Pauline W. Hoffmann, Wild Mountain Organ. I just assumed they couldn't fit the entire word on the card. Turns out they made a hell of a mistake and it was damn funny! The mailguy asked what a Wild Mountain Organ was. I was so tempted to give an answer as I would to any friend, such as, Wild Mountain Organ - what every girl is looking for but ends up with Tame Molehill Piccolo. But I had to remain professional. Damn these ethics and morals.
I went to mail some more samples yesterday and my maildude (one of these days I will read his nametag and remember it) said, hey, I was doing part of the mail route the other day and you had about 10 pounds of magazines. I laughed and said, I love the magazines. I get my ideas from my magazines. As if I had to explain why on earth I get the mail I get. I didn't feel threatened by his comment. I felt a bit embarrassed. Like, what on earth do I need 10 pounds of magazines for? I felt myself explaining - well, it's really not that many, they just all come at once. He agreed that was probably the case. But truth be told, I get quite a few magazines. And they arrive at all different times of the month. But I love the magazines. I do get ideas from them but I also relax with them. They are my solace. If I had to make a list of the subscriptions, it would probably make you shudder.
In fact, when I am out of town and rely on friends to pick up my mail, I remember one joking that she was unaware that she needed a wheelbarrow. I may have also been responsible for any back pain she incurred as a result. My brother, in fact, was alarmed when I gave him the job. He couldn't believe how much mail I had and figured it had to take me a week to go through 3 day's worth of mail. Naw - I have it down to a science.
Leave me alone! I like the magazines. Now I say that I need them for my business. I must have the latest news and trends. I can also write the subscriptions off (Pam - I haven't told you that yet). In fact, it's lunch time. Perhaps I will nibble on something while I read a magazine.
Wild Mountain Organics (or Organ if you prefer), would love to do a more brisk mail order business to keep my maildude busy! Please take a look at our Web site for products we may mail to you!